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French Montana - 88 Coupes Lyrics and Video (Ft. Jadakiss)

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'88 Coupes' Lyrics - French Montana ft. Jadakiss
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(French Montana)
Hah!
Cuz I don’t know what they talkin
Niggas smoke now Lemar on it
88 coupes like a car lot
I’ll be 88 stars on floor high
You need the Phantom Rolls
Flippin work, comin back like Derek Rose
Don’t call me, I’mma call you
Sicilly, bread, olive oil
Stop that and nigga I don’t owe you
And once you cross the line nigga I don’t know you
Make about quarter mill a week
Man that closet like Fashion Week
Slingin drugs, dealers got the package
It still makes a lot, 5 times a day
Tryna send mama to Mecca
While a nigga snortin pound with the liquor
Man watch for the stake up, (prrrp)
GOD golf club
Don Juan de Marco, lot like car show
Feel for ya, nobody will deal for ya
Wanna tell you a story but guys won’t bear with you
And nah, I ain’t tryna get bread wit you
So go and tell yo bitches split beer wit you
You come to concert, jaja with honor
Turn some cake on, pills smoking marijuana

Corner block coz yo boy owe us
Young boy shooter like Jamal Coffey
Bricks in the basement, givin niggas space
Clips in the Matrix, sleep with the racers
5 stars tell em, I said she’s 16
Nah that’s R. Kelly, my niggas won’t revy
Gifted and cursed, next step to be the worse
Next coupe to be a hearse
Man this shit hah!

When they heard uh
My niggas slinging large, for church though
Man say aha was the first tour
Now at age 5 on a surf board
I be clean as a whistle
Team is official
Black and white diamonds, all I need is a whistle

(Jadakiss)
My weed is the issue
Now may I proceed to kiss you?
They put you where both of yall single men
Home-made speaker outta the Pringle can
Can’t wait to do your thing again
When they mention your name the bells ring again
Gettin that cake, it cause friction
They love turn that hate to addiction
Mind thinker but echo prescriptions
Up in the presidential suite with a vixen
A lot of suckers in the bizz
Good die young, sucka niggas live
Quickest way to go, fuckin with the kids
He ain’t gon stop til you pluck him with the 6
Ghost 100 thou, fuckin with the niggas
Flyin on a brukler, pocket full of bricks
Last night club, fuck it, where the bitch
Cuz money in the field but I fuck er with the 6
Word of advice, flood through the gauge
Niggas know the hood run through my veins
Real southern with great poise
Pure bundles, a straight boy
Smoke loud but hate noise
Clean to ya, rafe boys
RIP Daddy D and Nutty, 88 Troy

(Outro)
What?
D block & Coke Boys
Pushin
Yea
Uh
Fuck wit me
Harry Frauds and bad motherfuckers
Yea
Uh
This shit is stupid

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French Montana ft. Jadakiss - 88 Coupes



Young Scooter - Money Lyrics and Video (Ft. Wiz Khalifa)

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'Money' Lyrics - Young Scooter ft. Wiz Khalifa
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(Hook)
Money, money, money, money,
20’s, 50’s, hunnits,
Money, money, money, money
We workin them trenches
In my neighborhood
Everything all good
Everybody get in touch
Money, money, money, money,
20’s, 50’s, hunnits,
Money, money, money, money

(Verse)
A thousand, bricks
Hector, he keep it comin
Every day I cap a hundred
Thousand, nigga
I’m getting money
So it’s no more serving junkies
Thinkin bout that half a mill, I drew it out the carcass
Real shit, no lie, just me and a couple junkies
That 4-4 shit have a nigga money hungry
Keep 100 thousand on me
To blow it with my homie

(Hook)
Money, money, money, money,
20’s, 50’s, hunnits,
Money, money, money, money
We workin them trenches
In my neighborhood
Everything all good
Everybody get in touch
Money, money, money, money,
20’s, 50’s, hunnits,
Money, money, money, money

(Verse)
Taylor, Gang
Nigga I rep that over errythang
See me I live life in the fast lane
Nigga I’m takin shots, smoking Mary Jane
Don’t need security, I got my own guns
Keep Forgiato rims on all my old schools
Ain’t talkin shit, boy i’m talkin money
Khalifa, throwin hunnits
Fuck thirsty, them bitches hungry for this

(Hook)
Money, money, money, money,
20’s, 50’s, hunnits,
Money, money, money, money
We workin them trenches
In my neighborhood
Everything all good
Everybody get in touch
Money, money, money, money,
20’s, 50’s, hunnits,
Money, money, money, money

(Verse)
Money, I wanna marry you
You know I really need you
Remember that day you left me
I couldn’t believe it
Cut it cus we couldn’t think
I couldn’t do shit without you
But them birds up under that sink
Stretch em out, that’s what Young Scooter do
Every hunnit pack I get I bury bout a brick or two
That’s just for the drop
Whatever I get, that shit get ran through
Drugs in the south, I made drugs out west too
Take a chance for that paper, that’s what money do

(Hook)
Money, money, money, money,
20’s, 50’s, hunnits,
Money, money, money, money

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Young Scooter ft. Wiz Khalifa - Money

Lil Herb - A Year Ago Lyrics and Video (Ft. Lil Bibby)

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Just a year ago I was stuck off in a slump
I was broke, I ain't have nothin
I came from the bottom that's why I stunt
That's why I stunt, that's why I stunt
Might go broke, ion give a fuck
Pop a pill, that turn a nigga up
Catch me in the club might throw a few bucks
See me in the streets, niggas know what's up
Still throwin my set, that's where I'm from
I ain't worried bout nun, rollin up the blunt
Shittin on niggas that's why I stunt, that's why I stunt
That's why I stunt,and my momma ain't gotta worry bout nun
Ain't got ask no bitch for no money, used to be hungry now I stunt

You might catch me in the club counting nothing but one hunneds
Juvenile with cash money, I'm the number 1 stunta
Foreign whips all summer, ridin tinted, gettin blunted
And they all different colors, so you never see me comin
And the reason I be stuntin, is cuz I'm used to havin nothing
Schooling housing by the public, now them thousands ain't a subject
I put money first, trapping all summer call it sunny work
Went from rags to riches pullin bitches with a bummy shirt
Now the city sayin I'm the man in the streets
Going hard for the squad, throwing bands in the streets
I might go broke, but you know just how that go
If I go broke then a nigga getting poked
Nigga don't go then a nigga gettin smoked
Watch I get ghost, like a nigga didn't blow
Make the police think a nigga didn't know, like a nigga didn't know
Fuck the po po, if I ? Court then a nigga didn't go
Had to see a PO, then a nigga didn't show
750 cost ten like I'm in a 6 4
I ain't trippin on a ho I'm too busy gettin dough
Same nigga by the sto, posted up, me and bro
Just roll up the dope, thinking bout a year ago

Just a year ago I was stuck off in a slump
I was broke, I ain't have nothin
I came from the bottom that's why I stunt
That's why I stunt, that's why I stunt
Might go broke, ion give a fuck
Pop a pill, that turn a nigga up
Catch me in the club might throw a few bucks
See me in the streets, niggas know what's up
Still throwin my set, that's where I'm from
I ain't worried bout nun, rollin up the blunt
Shittin on niggas that's why I stunt, that's why I stunt
That's why I stunt,and my momma ain't gotta worry bout nun
Ain't got ask no bitch for no money, used to be hungry now I stunt

Winter time I super grind, summer time we stay awake
I'm up early, whipping up the pies like Aunt Shirley
Rollin the loud make the blunt pearly, catch me on the 8 ?
Fuck the jakes, you get stretched for the cake
Bitches know the deal we can't chase erday, we just text we don't date
Skeet her chest and her face, I flex on them hoes
Fuck like twice then I next on them hoes
Only want a night worth of sex from them hoes
Don't wanna FaceTime or chat with them hoes
I'm sprinting to them stacks, imma hit you right back
?
Pull up in that thang with the ceiling pushed back
Riding by myself, but if you pull up on the side you can look at this mac
Remember I used to look at them niggas way back
Remember I used to rock the horachi with the strap
Remember I didn't know how to fill a kinda stack
But now I'm that nigga and all I do is count em back
Yeah, and that's why I stunt
I ain't worried bout nun I do what I want
I ain't gotta trick on bitches cuz they wanna fuck
I'm just chillin countin digits, and I'm smokin blunts c money rollin up
And if we pull up on a nigga then he betta duck
Cuz we got hollows in the semi you gone need some luck
My shooters on it, they ain't stopping till they see him drop
Cuz when a nigga kill yo homie you don't give a fuck
In the field for my homies we gone send it up
I'm off a hitta for rock, RIP free my niggas
? Used to ridin hot cars
Now my shit off the lot, just to sit on the block

Just a year ago I was stuck off in a slump
I was broke, I ain't have nothin
I came from the bottom that's why I stunt
That's why I stunt, that's why I stunt
Might go broke, ion give a fuck
Pop a pill, that turn a nigga up
Catch me in the club might throw a few bucks
See me in the streets, niggas know what's up
Still throwin my set, that's where I'm from
I ain't worried bout nun, rollin up the blunt
Shittin on niggas that's why I stunt, that's why I stunt
That's why I stunt,and my momma ain't gotta worry bout nun
Ain't got ask no bitch for no money, used to be hungry now I stunt

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50 Cent - This Is Murder Not Music Lyrics and Video

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'This Is Murder Not Music' Lyrics - 50 Cent
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I'm on a hard bench, tryna' sleep in the pen
Man, how the fuck did I get here again?
First thing in a morning, it‘s the fuck shit
They called the case, I got confronted by a tough snitch
He told me do it, 1 click, you ain't tell me to do it
You ain't a shooter, you a sherm nigga, you fuckin' loser
I fly a kite, my little man cut his sister up
He loves his bitch, you snatch her, he'll start switching up
I'm cool, I just wait for my next court day
I bet he catch amnesia, then do this shit at leisure
Surrounded by blood, crips, kings, and yetis
Gym stars open niggas up like barettas
I'm tryna' be easy
But every now and then I gotta put it in, please believe me
You get to looking at me strange, I'm prepared Jack
Or buck 50, keep the change he can wear that

This is murder this is not music
I had your style 10 years ago
I just didn't use it
You niggas forgot how I do it
Well I do it like there' nothin' to it

Ye, all I'mma do is this. I'mma keep countin' money
I don't give a fuck if it make you sick to see a nigga win
I'mma make you watch me win over and over again
You already know what it is with me motherfucker
This year, goddamn it, you motherfuckers is making me lose count man
Gotta start this shit over, I'm licking my fingers
I'm gettin'... I got 100 dollar bills, for real nigga
All I'mma do is this man. You hear that sound in the background?
I'mma do this shit till my thumb get tired
I'mma take a break when I get past your momma house nigga
When I count more than your momma house
I'mma take a break. [?] Hand me that money over there
What we gon' do? All year long. It's back to 50, you already know
Get the money, and shut the fuck up
Watch me do what I'm doin', cause niggas can't stop nothin' that I'm doin', nothing I'm doing. Right after you get in the way
We gon' start shooting again like it's nothing changed
We went through that whole "Kumbaya my lord
Let's be friends by the fire". It's over nigga
Back to the script, you know how this shit go
How much is that? Oooh, if you could see me right now
I got a alligator on nigga!
You, you think it should go different? See that's where you go wrong
When you think... Who the fuck asked you to think nigga!?
Now you think that, writing comments and tweeting
And your hashtags and... You know what the fuck you do nigga
Let me do what I do.

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Rick Ross - Bound 2 (Freestyle) Lyrics and Video

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Check, I just wanna know your mindset
Here starin' at your fine ex
Damn, this where you put your time at
Unappreciated like that Timex
Let me rewind that, G-shit, let me rewind that
Check, I just wanna know your mindset
Here starin' at your fine ex
Damn, this where you put your time at
Unappreciated like that Timex
She ready for this dope boy dialect
In the kitchens with Getty whippin' that Pyrex
The East Coast meets Kanye West
Death Row reeks underneath my breath
Storage wars, all the whores, I walk away
Chad and Evelyn evidence, just a block away
Do the bitches love you when you out the league?
Will my car still crank when I hit the keys?
When did dark skinned brothers learn to ski?
Got a thing for Khloe, Lamar lost his feet
Scott Dis'nick, Taylor check me in a week
Black bottle boy, nigga blazin' peach
Such an amazin' piece, such an amazin' speech
This is easy to me
Ruthless Records, next Eazy to be
May we live long, rich forever
She can hear it in my tone, rich forever
Standin' on my own, Anderson Silva
Break a bone, nigga gone 'til November
Run in your home, put your infant in a blender
Sip on a smoothie or give it up smoothly
Don't panic, only lyrics for my movie
You couldn't handle my tender life, forreal
Hood stripes worth more than my deal
Motherfucker ain't as real
10 mil' in a duffle, make a nigga shiver
St. Bartholomews chillin' for the winter
You makin' wack songs with the nice titles
All chains, no rings, never see the finals

I know you're tired of loving, of loving
With nobody to love, nobody, nobody (Uh-huh, honey)

Close your eyes and let the word paint a thousand pictures
One good girl is worth a thousand bitches

I wanna fuck you hard on the sink
After that, give you something to drink
Step back, can't get spunk on the mink
I mean damn, what would Jeromey Romey Romey Rome think?
Hey, you remember where we first met?
Okay, I don't remember where we first met
But hey, admitting is the first step
And hey, you know ain't nobody perfect
And I know, with the hoes I got the worst rep
But hey, their backstroke I'm tryna perfect
And hey, ayo, we made it: Thanksgiving
So hey, maybe we can make it to Christmas
She asked me what I wished for on my wishlist
Have you ever asked your bitch for other bitches?
Maybe we could still make it to the church steps
But first, you gon' remember how to forget
After all these long-ass verses
I'm tired, you tired, Jesus wept

I know you're tired of loving, of loving
With nobody to love, nobody, nobody
Just grab somebody, no leaving this party
With nobody to love, nobody, nobody (Uh-huh, honey)

Jerome's in the house, watch your mouth
Jerome's in the house, watch your mouth

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XV - We Ball (Freestyle) Lyrics and Video (Ft. Sez Batters & Bruce Meanz)

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'We Ball (Freestyle)' Lyrics - XV ft. Sez Batters & Bruce Meanz
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[Intro: XV]
Duece on the boards
Congrats to my nigga DJ Richey
You know what
We ball, we ball
It's 2014, let's get this shit started right
We ball, L7
Cause we ball

[Verse 1: Sez Batters]
Flow clean, bring a mop
Give them bars, it never stops
Got the fans, getting hot
I hold the reins, they just want something to drop
I got the lines, by the lot
Pull them up, pick a spot
I got my dogs, we in the drop
They trying to roofie some bitches removing top
They dig the smell, that's the pot
We roll it up, on the spot
Now we chilling, on the block
Watching my niggas make papers cutting the rocks
That's just the game, play it or not
But if you play it, get a Glock
Niggas came, from getting popped
When you in the hood trying to ball, you take the shot
Cause nigga we

[Bridge]
We ball, busting shots (8X)

[Verse 2: XV]
I'm 'bout to kill it, look for the sheets
I'm on the building, look at me leap
These niggas rapping, put me to sleep
We put EP's together and see em' WEEP
I'm watching planes, lay on the lawn
Trying to explain, we ain't on farms
I had a chain, a little charm
I had some game but baby I came to ball, seen it all
In a truck, zip it up
10 of us kicking up, windows tinted up
Finna bust like two bitches in A cups and they titties is big as fuck
And they coming to sit with us and live it up
And we ball hard, call guard, all star
Weekend, sleeping in a rented parked car, caught
A couple broads leaving out a parking lot stall
They said, "What is y'all thinking?"
"We just cheap, and we is creeping, but come kick it, you'll be seeing"
We ball, all day
Answer bets. Call plays
Trophy case, in the hallway
Tell me what else these niggas is gonna say
When we ball
When we ball
Tell me what else these niggas is gonna say, is gonna say
When we ball

[Verse 3: Bruce Meanz]
I ain't rapping about nothing, I'm just going in
I'm like a scarecrow with no soul within him
An old boy but I ain't [?]
And I'm not that sick with all [?]
Origin, warrior, Victorian
The Death Star, I conquer with a squad of men
Net worth, shit that you can't comprehend
I set fire to homes, arsonist
Caution rappers killing you is automatic
Scar your back if you try to run with a fucking axe and
Love them back, haters got me up and mad
Kick you like a bum around some cash, fuck a punching bag
Blunted after shows getting numbers from
Dime pieces, I be fronting like I don't like E
Drunk despite how I'm feeling in the Bentley
Chilling, still contemplating crimes while I'm on the pill and
It don't stop, man I keep it [?] hot
So hot, my skin color, I forgot
I sit here in the whole lot
Bruce got the ends to shake the whole block
Got them coming back like a dope spot, smoke out

[Outro: Bruce Meanz]
Yeah
And we don't care
Put that fat bitch in the air
Yeeaahhh

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Jay Sean - Take That Off Lyrics and Video

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Hey girl, how could you don't own it
I see that you took your time to tease me
Don't get me wrong, I'm loving it all
Look at those heels
Loving your dress
Rocking that Chanel
Girl that shade is sexy
I just can't lie over those thighs
Everything is right then,
But there's one other thing I'd like

I don't wanna see those clothes on
They look better on the floor, yeah!
Girl, you know there ain't no secret,
You look so much better, girl!!
When you wearing nothing, nothing, nothing at all
When you wearing nothing, nothing, nothing at all

Baby take that off off off
Baby take that off off off
Baby take that off off off

That's what I'm talking about
You know what it is
Come and put that body on me
It's so good - you can take my clothes off too

I'm loving your breath
Grab on my neck
Let me put my lips girl all over your chest then
Tasting your skin, it's drivin' me wild
I can't get enough from you!!

I don't wanna see those clothes on
They look better on the floor, yeah
Girl, you know there ain't no secret
You look so much better, girl!!
When you wearing nothing, nothing, nothing at all
When you wearing nothing, nothing, nothing at all

Baby take that off off off
Baby take that off off off
Baby take that off off off

So take it up, higher girl
You zip me off, fire girl
Don't need nothing only you alone
Know exactly how to turn me on
To turn me on, to turn me on
There's one other thing I'd like

I don't wanna see those clothes on
They look better on the floor, yeah
Girl, you know there ain't no secret
You look so much better, girl!!
When you worry nothing, nothing, nothing at all
When you worry nothing, nothing, nothing at all

Baby take that off off off
Baby take that off off off
Baby take that off off off.

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French Montana - Worst Nightmare Lyrics and Video (Ft. Diddy)

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'Worst Nightmare' Lyrics - French Montana ft. Diddy
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(Intro)
Ayo French!
Wuddup huh?
These niggas thought I was motherfuckin dead
It’s that resurrection music
(We come out the toms, you should the look on niggas’ faces)
These niggas’ worst motherfuckin nightmare
When niggas think you dead and you show up for breakfast eatin cornflakes on them niggas
(Like motherfuckin Lazarus, who’d you scare now nigga?)
Put they bitch in Versace bathrobes and shit

(Hook)
I’m yo worst fuckin nightmare (worst motherfuckin nightmare)
Rap’s first billionaire
I throw a million out the lit
Coke Boys, we changing weather every year
Throw yo hands in the sky niggas
Pop a pill and get high nigga
Get on this jet and let’s fly niggas
Tell the pilot to turn, we’re ready to die niggas

(Verse)
Ready to die nigga, ski mask on you dont see my eyes nigga
Hundred rounds hit your head make ya fly nigga
All black Medusa shades on my eyes nigga
We the shit and the fly nigga
Life’s good, aks Nas nigga
G5 write your names in the sky nigga
Dream team we’ll bury you alive nigga

Nigga, you know that clown ain’t yo size nigga
And that hoe ain’t gon ride nigga
They wanna bury me alive nigga
But on the 3rd day I rose to sky nigga

(Hook)
I’m yo worst fuckin nightmare
Rap’s first billionaire
I throw a million out the lit
Coke Boys, we changing weather every year
Throw yo hands in the sky niggas
Pop a pill and get high nigga
Get on this jet and let’s fly niggas
Tell the pilot to turn, we’re ready to die niggas

(Verse)
Whip futuristic, crib ain’t listed
All my jewels on, I be lookin like a dish flip
Red bottom LV’s, limited edition
New king of the city, better aks permission
Turn bricks, face right on some Keisha
Rock star, great white, three stars, take flight!

Now yo French tell these niggas night night
I’m getting head in the front row fine night
I’m obnoxious, we got Oscar’s
Pouring Ciroc out of helicopters
MC Hammer couldn’t touch that
The day Diddy retire I’m bringing Puff back

(Hook)
I’m yo worst fuckin nightmare
Rap’s first billionaire
I throw a million out the lit
Coke Boys, we changing weather every year
Throw yo hands in the sky niggas
Pop a pill and get high nigga
Get on this jet and let’s fly niggas
Tell the pilot to turn, we’re ready to die niggas

(Outro)
First rap billionaire
Ya heard
Haaaaah
That’s my new shit
Niggas talkin to me, too much in my ear
I mean aha
You ain’t really
You really talk about nothing
Unless you have a brown bag for me
Bitch!
Haaaaah
Don’t even call around holidays
First more, I’m bout to get a pager
A beeper, old school joint
Ya know what I’m sayin?
Haaaaah

Ayo French
You see these niggas fucked up?
See when you lock the door
You supposed to throw away the key
Time’s up motherfuckers
We here now
Yea
We came back right on time
You feel it?
Bad boy
Coke Boys
MMG
Shit
Ayo grab yo bitch, nigga
And hold her real tight and tell her how much you love her
Buy a ring, buy a house
And you better impregnate the bitch
Get her pregnant real real quick
Do something nigga
Do something, man do get a get a job
Motherfuckin write a book
Go to church
Go back to school
Get a game changer
Cuz we here now and all the smoke and mirrors is gone, we exposing all motherfuckin lames man
Swag!
Yea bitch, swag
Oh yea
Oh yea she love it
She love it
Yea, she love it
Ah man, shit if you can’t beat em join em
Yall all welcome, let’s go

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Papoose - 2013 Obituary Lyrics and Video

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(Intro)
Happy new year’s

(Hook)
Stress free, no worries
Life’s too short to be livin it in a hurry
Put yo peace signs up, keep yo hands steady
This is the 2013 obituary

(Verse)
Nelson Mandela is accolades various
South African, anti-apartheid, revolutionary
Born July 18th, 1918
Born leader, philanthropist, a true king
Served 27 years in prison, what was his crime?
Guilty for fighting against apartheid
Injustice memories, they sent a fake interpreter to his memorial to overshadow his legacy
The cause of his death, respiratory infection
Our first president, not Obama, correction
Paul Walker, talented actor
In all of his movies he played memorable characters
Born September 12th, 1973
Did commercials as a child, born for TV
Fast and Furious entirely
He died in a car accident, tragic dramatic irony

(Hook)
Stress free, no worries
Life’s too short to be livin it in a hurry
Put yo peace signs up, keep yo hands steady
This is the 2013 obituary

(I can’t hear you)

(Hook)
Stress free, no worries
Life’s too short to be livin it in a hurry
Put yo peace signs up, keep yo hands steady
This is the 2013 obituary

(Verse)
James Gandolfini, HBO channel
Better known to the world as Tony Soprano
Born 1961, September
Out in Westwood, New Jersey
Through his endeavors played highschool basketball, actin in plays
Risin star, yet to have better days
Won a Golden Globe Award
3 Emmy’s, 3 SAG’s, the best in the drama series
Cause of his death, he had a heart attack
None of us are promised tomorrow, that’s a fact
Chris Kelly, a young life lost
Part of the legendary group Criss Cross
Born August 11, 1978
Later met Jermaine Dupri, cut a demo tape
Double platinum, trend setter, clothes backwards
His death, alleged drug overdose, tragic

(Hook)
Stress free, no worries
Life’s too short to be livin it in a hurry
Put yo peace signs up, keep yo hands steady
This is the 2013 obituary

(Louder!)

(Hook)
Stress free, no worries
Life’s too short to be livin it in a hurry
Put yo peace signs up, keep yo hands steady
This is the 2013 obituary

(Verse)
Strong, where do I begin?
My brother, my other half, my best friend
Born August, I’m lost for words to be true
We was raised in Brooklyn, New York, me and you
Left hand, the location tattoo
In his veins the same blood as Papoose
Thought I would be reciting this song so you can hear it
Never thought I would be writing a song with you in it
RIP to Doe B
Jerry Boss, Roger E, Bird and Kachi
RIP to ST
RIP, the stars don’t stop
RIP Jean Stapleton
Jim Kelly for comeback, he always ready
2013 obituary I swear
I hope I don’t have to do this again next year

(Interlude)
When I die I want a rapper to do a song like this for me man
It gotta be somebody with talent though, I don’t respect artists without talent
I just don’t want no fake DJs doing no tributes, no tributes please
Cuz you ain’t salute a nigga when he was alive
Allow my words to haunt you
Say farewell to 2013 yall
Farewell 2013, farewell

(Verse)
Middle finger to 2013, you made us suffer
Still can’t believe you murdered my little brother
Pain in the voice and eyes of our mothers
Fatherless son but his uncle gon make him suffer
Tried to kick us while we down, took him from us
But you can’t keep us down, he’s still above us
Jail ain’t that bad, it’s something that been full
If they tryin to leave you with nothing to live for
Everybody’s so full of hate, what’s this for?
I smoked with Sun Tzu, he told me it’s war
A man who goes to bed with a book never goes to bed alone
Good literature, signing off, my signature

Pa-poose, Pa-poose

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